Bastiaansen Bavel Quotes & Sayings

Joy is a great purifier. It burns away many polluted currents trying to reach us. — Torkom Saraydarian

But the connection between us was in the air, growing stronger with each stroke of his brush and with every cadenza of my piano performance as we struggled to find our unique voices. He by bringing musical tonality to his painting; me by unlocking my inner sluices, letting the palette of emotions spill freely into the art of my music. — Ella Leya

It came to my mind that in the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali, in Indian spiritual literature, and in the Bhagavad Gita, and when I started reading about outstanding yogis and people of exceeding spiritual power such as Ramana Maharshi, or Yogananda, they all had the ability to do what we would call - I don't know what you would even call it - psychic phenomenon, magic, transform objects, be able to perceive the future, the past and the present simultaneously. — Fred Alan Wolf

When it comes to fighting evil, the left is almost pacifist. — Dennis Prager

Without God, democracy cannot and will not long endure. — Ronald Reagan

I need you to let me do all of those things, Ava. I need you to let me look after you forever. — Jodi Ellen Malpas

Part of the $10 million I spent on gambling, part on booze and part on women. The rest I spent foolishly. — George Raft

If you want thousands, you have to fight for one. — Terry Pratchett

Always remember, that I have taken more out of alcohol than alcohol has taken out of me. — Winston S. Churchill

Her voice was soft, ethereal, the sound of a lullaby half-remembered. The songs she sang, one by one, held Celaena in place. Songs of distant lands, of forgotten legends, of lovers forever waiting to be reunited. — Sarah J. Maas

When it comes to freedoms, it is more dangerous to have given for a while than never to have given at all. — Robert B. Cialdini

She must be very secure in herself, I suppose, in them, for it not to bother her, to walk where another woman has walked before. She obviously doesn't think of me as a threat. I think about Ted Hughes, moving Assia Wevill into the home he'd shared with Plath, of her wearing Sylvia's clothes, brushing her hair with the same brush. I want to ring Anna up and remind her that Assia ended up with her head in the oven, just like Sylvia did. — Paula Hawkins